The coffee maker starts its morning song and Dad appears in the kitchen without shoes. This is the Friday difference — the feet tell you everything about what kind of day it will be.

Gus lifts his head from the sofa. I stay put. We both know the frozen bones come after dinner, but the day carries their promise from the first moment. The light through the south window hits the same patch of floor it always does, but on Fridays it seems warmer.

Dad opens the kibble bin and the usual breakfast ceremony begins. Two scoops, water bowl cleaned, the small nod of thanks. But today the house feels looser around the edges. The weekend is coming and even the walls know it.

Later there will be bones. For now there is this: the unhurried way Dad moves, the coffee smell mixing with kibble, and Gus already calculating how many hours until evening.

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